Best Case Scenario
by Mortal Treason.
There weren't many vids to choose from (one using car crashes and another with still scenes of people crying), but I wanted to go for more emphasis of the music itself than the video content.
It's good music for how I feel right now - playing on Pandora.
I keep trying to fool myself into believing that things are getting better, but they are not. I spend the majority of my day absolutely miserable and anxious, stuck between boring intangible tasks that are too open-ended and mindless repetitious tasks that are unnecessarily complicated. Not a moment of peace or enjoyment is to be found. Time passes by so slowly that I begin to believe that it has stopped altogether. And I worry incessantly about those things that are beyond my comprehension or ability, which seems to be more and more of what is expected of me in the future. I look at code I have written and wonder how it came from me. They keep expecting more and more of the same, but I don't think I have that in me any longer. I want to relax as if I am done, but it never ends.
Still, I go on . . . .
Click to viewThere weren't many vids to choose from (one using car crashes and another with still scenes of people crying), but I wanted to go for more emphasis of the music itself than the video content.
It's good music for how I feel right now - playing on Pandora.
I keep trying to fool myself into believing that things are getting better, but they are not. I spend the majority of my day absolutely miserable and anxious, stuck between boring intangible tasks that are too open-ended and mindless repetitious tasks that are unnecessarily complicated. Not a moment of peace or enjoyment is to be found. Time passes by so slowly that I begin to believe that it has stopped altogether. And I worry incessantly about those things that are beyond my comprehension or ability, which seems to be more and more of what is expected of me in the future. I look at code I have written and wonder how it came from me. They keep expecting more and more of the same, but I don't think I have that in me any longer. I want to relax as if I am done, but it never ends.
Still, I go on . . . .